Girls on Strings, Girls in Packs This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I am one of them
homogeneous,
heard by all with one whine –
horses with flaming manes thrust forward,
a plague,
a singular harass.
From the rustic, crimson fort
the character has swayed too far
out of warm soil and into plastic
nutrients now chemicals
no more handmade engravings
where is the mark
where is the novelty
nothing but splinters, a disrupted kind of quality
I am back
in the circle of warmth
the essence of pine
and gusts of strong rain
embarking back into the enchanted forest,
something plain struck me
I could go for figments of self affirmation
and status
but where will my lungs thrive in a place other
than home,
a dome where originality echoes to and from
these walls
unassailably distant from the
stilettos and hyena calls.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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